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Spring, that with which I awoke this day,
Has for these past few weeks been near
Enough to sense with fiber each,
Touch upon an innerness about the season
Feathered edges keenly placed.
Strands of hair for finger touch
Fall downward like clouds that a fall of water traced...
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2014
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